Texas: The Grand Facade

“All my instincts, they return, and  the grand facade, so soon will burn”. Songwriter: Peter Gabriel, In Your Eyes

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and so nature does it best to humanize the arrogance,
“can’t happen here, can’t happen to me,
I’m too young, a brave Alamo Texan,”

forgot Gabriel’s admonition, the grand facade, is exactly that,
a coverup, and skin is not deep enough, even your tough hide,
cannot keep out what you
cannot see, is stronger than you,

did you weigh the scales,
do a cost/benefit analysis,
write down the pros & cons?

think of coronavirus like love and ***,
——————
good love is a treasured blessing, a live long song,
wine to be pleasured sipped, you get drunk on beer, and
hookup ***, give yourself ******, aids, and/or the clap,
a bad decision, a haunting, a hangover that is marked on you face,
that you’ll testify to
every day for the rest of your sad, sad, existence,
in the bathroom mirror
a facade always gets revealed,
too bad you chose the
wrong thing to believe in...

you unmasked yourself!

of recent days I've found a Texan chum
she so concurs with my stance
we're of the one thinking plum

there's that familiar concordance
in regards to a particular matter
she so concurs with my stance

our minds are definite of akin patter
on expressing the very same thing
in regards to a particular matter

we've voiced it as the ditto type ring
one is sure of her alike opinion
on expressing the very same thing

unanimity is our common dominion
seldom will one see such assent
one is sure of her alike opinion

both of us being in principle consent
seldom will one see such assent
of recent days I've found a Texan chum
we're of the one thinking plum